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(feat. Turf Talk) [E-40:] Hustling til I die Drink the bar dry There go that man again Right back in the public eye Drunk like Mel Gibson Get high, got a ton of DUI's Cognac sipping, XO, me & my guys Born in colossal Living our lives Trying to get this bobble head bobbin So she can follow me to my ride So I can make a dentist & convince her to open wide Kick her out when I'm finished Take my baller ass back inside Drug terminology Corner talk that's all I know California mentality Ask about me pimp I go You can check my track record I don't like to feud But if I must I'll have your head severed Blacks live in traps, zones & projects Letras de cancionesCorner boy greeting crack in the apartment complex World wide outside of the Bay they give me my stacks Do business with head execs & corporate execs [Chorus: x2] He ain't going nowhere The boy too nice He done it again & got rich twice Keep a thump on top We ain't broke We papered up [E-40:] Cut him off like an umbilical cord Turn off his lights We need to silence that brother He voice to strong on the mike I make it look easy But it's not I'm just doing Feazy Why should I stop now pimp The game need me Be a real one pimp Go get it & do what he used to Trying to get this music scrapping Move it, push it & groove it Louis luggage, rugging & rushing my intellect Got suckas hollering & screaming my hood set Designer socks on my Chevy box shaking the car You need my [? ] to heavy I can't stop Gaming plot All my dudes on the grave clock I hope a die a rock And my funeral on my block (The streets they don't play fair) (The mayor, he really don't care) Momma worked 3 jobs Trying to keep a roof on hour heads Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold off the bread [Chorus] Gotta a lil' thump We got what you need We got what you need If you want it Got to cop it from me [? ] you can see that it's real Everywhere we go We burn down the hills [E-40:] Automatics & semi's High performance & hemi's In the thick of the soil We think Buicks is Bentley's Coffee pots boil, burn, simmer & stew I'm off of this oil ya'll I hope you is too Out of the [? ] you need a crew Showing our underwear That's what we do Turf dropping & stacking & money macking Surfing, earthquake slapping & trunk rattling [Chorus] Gotta a lil' thump We got what you need We got what you need If you want it Got to cop it from me [? ] you can see that it's real Everywhere we go We burn down the hills Got rich twice [x4] [E-40:] Nigga I done it again [x4] From Letras Mania